This Christmas, love’s coming in hot—and it’s bringing claws.
Farley Davenport is organized to a fault, and his holiday plan was, naturally, itemized: No men. No drama. A gallon of spiked eggnog to erase memories of his cheating ex.
He’s retreated to a cozy cabin in the Blue Ridge Mountains to lick his wounds, alphabetize his emotional baggage, and maybe rediscover a little peace on Earth.
In the cabin next door is Samuel Bennett—the golden boy of daytime television, beautiful, exhausted, and aching for something real.
He wanted a few weeks of tabloid-free peace, but fate has other ideas—specifically, a gorgeous man next door with too many walls and a stray cat with no respect for them.
When a blizzard buries them both, things heat up fast. Between shared cocoa, power outages, and one too many “accidental” towel slips, Farley’s list grows longer: Don’t flirt with the TV star.
Don’t fantasize about the TV star. Definitely don’t let the TV star crawl into your bed to “keep warm.”
